Charlie Brenner

[Sydney Jane]

Games we don't want to play
Same winner everyday
Kill for the second best
Feel no more, feel no less


CharlotteNicoleBrenner;;





We have our minutes cut
We lose our feelings but
That's what the movies show
This is where stories go

full name;; Charlotte Nicole Brenner
age;; 16
grade;; Sophomore
race;; caucasian
nicknames;; Charlie, Charles
sexual orientation;; Straight

Stars we don't want to reach
Scars we don't want to stitch
Go where we haven't been
Fly away, time machine

height;; 5'5"
weight;; 120
hair color;; light brown in the summer, dark brown in the winter.
eye color;; brown
defining features;; Almost always there are bright red scars on her left wrist, sometimes other places where she'll bleed more. On her right wrist is a small tattoo that says her deceased father's name. There's a diamond shaped scar below her left breast.
pb claim;; Natalie Portman

Appearance;; She's always been a tiny little thing, it was never really her intention to be so little. She did ballet for awhile but not for a year. Not since her father died and since then she's only gotten thinner. She has big brown eyes, big brown eyes that she hates. They're beautiful yes, but most days they lack the spark that most people have, most days they're flat and empty but the dark makeup and some pretty clothes can usually impress the illusion of her happiness. She loves her hair, she hates to do it, but she loves the ending result-straight, wavy, curled, it's generally something different daily until she has a bad depression spell and it's about all she can do to get out of bed and get dressed, let alone do her hair. Her skin is usually light and the contrast between her skin, her dark eyes and her hair is breath-taking, but she doesn't want it like that usually. Men scare her-for a good reason, she tries not to draw any attention to herself anymore.

Clouds we will chase them out
Crowds, we will face them down
This is our secret place
Outer space, outer space

dreams;;
(+)She wants to be a psychologist like her mother-but to work with children in the hospital-since she's so familiar with the cold sterilized rooms.
(+)She wants to be a mother. There's nothing more incredible than a child, especially with someone she loves. If she ever finds love.
fears;;
(-)Men that do drugs
(-)Men that have no respect for women
(-)Men, grown, with a psychiatric disorder.
secrets;;
(-)She's a rape victim of a gang member where she used to live. He was a crack addicted schizophrenic that attacked her while she was walking down the block from her mothers office to get something to eat. The crazy man carved a symbol on her rib cage that looks like a diamond. Charlie accidentally killed him with a piece of sharp glass in the ally that gorged his back open when she tried to get away.
(-)She does anything she can to hurt herself. Drink a fifth of vodka in an hour. Cut herself. Down a bottle of Vicodin. She won't eat sometimes for days. But she can hide all of this like an expert, no one will know unless she tells them.
likes;;
(+)Fish Taco's
(+)Good movies and musicals-especially classic Disney movies as well as Science-Fiction.
(+)Music that she can relate to, music that makes it seem like even gangsters have a heart. Eminem, DMX, MIA, Jay-Z. Music that makes her feel bulletproof. Fort Minor, Styles of Beyond, P!nk. Music that the artists bleed into.
(+)Tattoos
(+)Talking to little kids, it's freeing to her. Even the ones she knows only because of their diseases. There are beautiful things in a tortured mind, especially the hopeful ones.
(+)Being accepted, not pitied. She doesn't cut so that people will notice and care for her, she doesn't bleed for anyone but herself and she wouldn't have it any other way.

dislikes;;
(-)Not being in control
(-)Incurable Diseases. Cancer especially since it made her father so sick. As well as psychological diseases, like schizophrenia-it wasn't his fault he was sick.
(-)Ignorance
(-)Religions. All of them. There isn't a god-a god wouldn't let what happened to her happen if He were real. There is no Good or Evil, just people with obsessions and motivation.
(-)Anger. Since she went through the torture she never felt angry, not once, she won't put up a fight, she'll walk away and in the end she'll feel better just for that. Everyone has feelings-there are ways to get your point across without anger or violence.
(-)Germs.

Personality;; If you asked two years ago she might have given you a big white-toothed smile and answered with a voice like wind chimes, carefree. She used to adore dancing, she would dance 20 hours a week because it was a release, it made her feel better. She had friends everywhere, there wasn't a place she could go that someone didn't know her name, that someone wouldn't call her over. There wasn't a day that she didn't have plans to meet someone somewhere. She was the perfect teenage girl. Then when disaster struck, everything changed. She didn't want to speak to anyone, she kept to herself and regularly ignored the people that smiled at her, anyone that spoke to her she would politely excuse herself from repeatedly until she was alone. Until there was no one else to bother her, to seek her out, to make her hide. She's better now, she's healing, but she feels like she's lost a year of her life. Socially everyone's set, they all have friends, they all have paths, they know what they want-but Charlie? All she has is a lifetime worth of pain sewn into her tiny little beating heart.

Our home forever is outer space
Black stars and endless seas, outer space
New hope, new destinies, outer space
Forever we'll be in
Outer space, outer space

mother's name;; Lynn Brenner - Psychologist
father's name;; David (Dave) Brenner - photographer (deceased)
siblings;; none
hometown;; Grand Rapids, Michigan
relationship status;; Single

History;; When Charlotte was four years old she was the smartest little girl anywhere she went. When she was 3 years old she knew how to read and by 5 she was reading at a high school level. Of course-this isn't without cause, her mother couldn't sing, at least, she didn't like to and she Lynn read to Charlie everyday all the time. When she would sit in the car they would play games, making a story out of words they saw on buildings or signs in the city. Even as precocious as she was she couldn't understand cancer. Her father was diagnosed with it, brain cancer. That's when she started to hate god. That's when she took the cross from around her neck and threw it from the window in her room, never to pick it up again. Why would He do this? Why would a God try to kill her father? He never did anything to anyone!

Then when she turned 13 years old her she was raped. It's a hard thing for her to understand even today, she forced herself not to remember all the details. It's hard to forget though-when such a horrific incident is practically branded on your side. This is what she remembers; walking down the alley at twilight next to her mother's office in order to get money from her mothers car. She was in the car when he got to her. He threw her out of the car and in the process knocked her unconscious, when she woke up again he was still there, carving his symbol into her rib cage. She wanted to scream, she did, but she couldn't make any sound come out. So she found her mother's keys and it the panic button. That's when her father came after her and in the process of throwing the gangster off of her she sliced him open with his own knife. Her father came after her, when he got to her there were more coming. He managed to get her safely into the building and out of trouble before they killed her, but she would have loved to die instead of be in the hell she resides now. Her father, dying from brain cancer was actually perished by a heart attack. Charlotte was unconscious in the hospital for two weeks after his death. She missed his funeral after that because her mother didn't want anyone to see her with the mess that she was. She had scabs all over her face and bruises on both eyes as well as the majority of her body. So she didn't go. She hates her mother for it to this day.

Ground we don't want to feel
Found what they didn't steal
Time, we were really lost
Bridges burnt, fingers crossed

rp sample;;
The kitchen was a little dark while the brunette did dishes. The light from the windows fell just short of her and she avoided it like the plague. She didn’t turn on any lights in case they saw them. She didn’t drink anything that wasn’t sealed completely and she avoided food as much as possible. When she did eat it wasn’t much, she might make a bag of popcorn and eat only a few pieces at a time. All the doors were locked and all the windows closed. She was home, alone, for the first time since she had been in the hospital. Every car that pulled past her house scared her to death.
Any moment they could pull guns and shoot out every window in the house, a lucky shot or a well-aimed one could hit the propane tank and blow the house to shreds. All those finger-paintings done in pre-k could be disintegrating in moments and all that hard work would be for nothing. All her father’s pictures would burn. The edges of films with pictures of worn out people and family members would curl up and change from a beautiful colored gloss to a horrifying black mass that would grow over the pictures like the cancer that wanted to kill Charlie’s father; the person that gave those pictures their life.
Something rattled the brunette’s outer silence and the plate that she was holding fell to the floor and shattered. She looked at it like a foreign object for a few moments then slowly looked up until her brown optics focused on the little brown squirrel that watched her intently, it’s tail twitching every couple seconds. She sighed and put her hands on her face for a moment then squatted down to pick up the pieces. It wasn’t until a drop hit a shard of the white glass that Charlie realized she was crying. She started shaking so badly that the shards stacked on each other dropped back to the wooden floor and in her feeble attempts to catch the pieces in mid-air cut a long bloody slice in her palm. She sat on the floor unable to breathe for several moments and shaking until she calmed herself down and could stand up. This wasn’t a good year for her right hand. It already had shiny silver lines running jaggedly across her fingers and the back of her hand. She wrapped a dishrag around her hand and hurried to the bathroom where she pulled the mirror open with no luck of finding the first aid kit. She tried underneath the sink then shook her head.
Then she got an idea. She took her coat and the dishrag with her and got in her car, even though it was like a blizzard outside and she drove to Walmart. It was the first place she had felt safe in a long time. There were people everywhere and she didn’t need to be afraid here, even though she was. She quickly found some band-aids and opened the box without paying. She put one one her hand and then closed her eyes for a moment and took a deep breath. She paid for the band-aids and then went back home. She sat in her car for a long time with the doors locked. What am I supposed to do? She thought miserably. I miss you daddy.

We, shall we ever be free
With no guarantee
Life on another plane
Same before, same again

I’m Sydney Jane and im sixteen on Earth. I’m a girl. And I’ve been doing this sort of thing for approximately four years. Zack and Layla also belongs to me too. To show everyone how awesome I am here’s the code word; .... Sha-bang! What did I tell you all! And that really all you need to know about me, but if it’s not enough you can contact me by email. cya.


Lyrics by t.A.t.U

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